Dark Charm Chapter 16 (My Response) - REPOST!!!!
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Title: Dark Charm (My Response)
Chapter: 16
Pairing: Kyuwook...others (one revealed definately...others hinted at more!)
He doesn’t know that. We don’t know that. No one knows that. Only Ryeowook does
Sixteen
Kyuhyun awoke feeling a bit of weight on his shoulders. He turned to look down at a sleeping Ryeowook, head resting comfortably there. The faint sunlight drawing brilliance from that face. Quietly, he turned towards the boy, letting the soft tendrils of hair brush against his cheek as he did so. The head rolled further onto his chest and gave Kyuhyun better access to it. He pressed his lips against the hair and walked them across the width of that sleepy head. Subconciously, his hands tightened around the bony shoulder, his arms curling for a more comfortable spot to carry the little burden there. He continued in the silent kisses until something annoyed him. Ryeowook frowned.
The boy, slowly awakening under the light touches, turned his head away and tried to move the body as well but his arm was securely trapped under the weight of Kyuhyun’s torso. The conscious boy smiled with little victory as the smaller began squirming and wriggling about, unwilling to open his heavy eyelids. The boy groaned after a few attemps and spun back against Kyuhyun’s body, an arm falling over his stomach as the other was still nicely wedged there. Kyuhyun hugged tighter, not allowing for the boy any chance of escape again and resumed his previous activity. Fingers traced the bare plains of his abdomen before Ryeowook paused; smiled before finally realizing it was Kyuhyun that was keeping him. His head fell further against Kyuhyun and arms made that embrace closer.
“Mmmmm…” Ryeowook breathed, cheek sliding up against Kyuhyun’s warm skin.
“Morning.”
“Mhmmmm...” The boy yawned.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Don’t drool on me.”
“Sorry.” Ryeowook withdrew his free arm and blindly patted Kyuhyun’s chest with that sleeved arm. Kyuhyun laughed at this.
“Wake up.”
“Why?”
“Because as much as I love it, you can’t live in my room forever.”
“I don’t.”
“You practically do.” Kyuhyun smiled, his fingers leaving the shoulder to run through the fluffy brown strands. “My mom’s been giving me weird looks.”
“Why?” Ryeowook mumbled, face lifting up to Kyuhyun with still closed eyes. Only slight worry showing in his face.
“Because lately, you’ve been coming over at night and leaving in the morning.” Kyuhyun stated, running one finger down that pert nose. “Of course she would be thinking some things.”
“Like…?” Ryeowook was being oblivious as usual.
“Well, what things would happen at night?”
“We could be studying.”
“Me, study? She would never buy that and mom would be even more suspicious.”
“Gaming?” The face went down again.
“For the whole night?”
“No.”
“Yeah. You see. There’s heavy inclination towards…”
“But we aren’t.”
“I know that!” Kyuhyun exclaimed at an overly calm Ryeowook. The boy used to get worried about these kinds of things, their image but now it had changed quite a lot. They seemed much more open to each other. “But she doesn’t.”
“Then tell her that.” Ryeowook stated simply as Kyuhyun stared down at the boy.
“Yes…” Kyuhyun paused and put on a werid face. It was difficult to understand how Ryeowook could suggest that. Maybe he really was sleepy. Sleepy Ryeowook was…different. “I should tell my mom that we aren’t…doing it.”
“We aren’t.”
“I know! But I can’t tell my mom that. She’d probably freak out and like start listening at our doors or something.” Kyuhyun paused when Ryeowook hugged him again, his arm sliding over his abdomen again. That pseudo innoncent face snuggling warmly against his sides. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Then should I leave?”
“Ye-well…” Kyuhyun stopped to think for a second.
It had been a wonderful couple of weeks with their new hang out spot changing from Ryeowook’s room to Kyuhyun’s room. Yet here, it seemed to have grown on them to be spending hours and spent by playing games, to which Ryeowook learned how, or sometimes by actually studying when Ryeowook had a test, to which Kyuhyun proved to be a skilled distracter, or by their favourite activity. It was simply sitting or lying on the other’s bed and talking. Talking until the sun went down. Kissing until the sun came up. Doing things until they were left speechless. Breathless. Kyuhyun was breathless yet full of life and breathing. More than life could offer. He breathed the life of Ryeowook with him.
“No. Never mind.” Kyuhyun held Ryeowook, who had started to get up. He pressed his face against Ryeowook’s neck, arms snug around the other’s thin waist. “You can stay here as long as you want. We’ll let my mom think what she thinks. After all, we aren’t doing anything bad…yet…”
Ryeowook kicked backwards. He was waking up. “Do you want me to get kicked out?”
“What? She doesn’t have to know.”
“SHE WON’T KNOW! Have to is not a possibility.” Ryeowook exclaimed finally realizing the hidden seriousness of the conversation. He tried to wriggle out from Kyuhyun’s cuddle, recovering to his sensitive worrying self.
“I’m kidding.” Kyuhyun chuckled. His face felt comfortable despite the thrashing. “Like I would jeopardize your stay over. I don’t think she minds anyways. The stay, I mean. Not…other…”
“If she has suspicions, I will…no, you will explain to her and make sure she doesn’t need to think of those things again.”
“Now, how am I supposed to do that?”
“I don’t know. Just do it.” Ryeowook felt hands slide up his shirt and over his skin.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of it.” He brought them close so their backs were touching and Ryeowook’s breath stopped when he felt that.
“What did you say?” Ryeowook whispered, feeling Kyuhyun’s warm breath draw deeper over his neck and down his shirt.
“That’s a secret. Just know that you don’t have to worry.”
“You’re not telling me makes me worried.”
“Shhhhhh…” Kyuhyun kissed a fine line up that neck. “Just enjoy the stay.”
“Fine.”
“You’re awake now.”
“Yeah. You woke me. Come on we’ve got to get up.”
“But now, I don’t want to.”
Ryeowook felt the boy squeeze him more and now it would be impossible to leave the bed. So somehow he would have to appease the boy. Ryeowook turned back around and drew his arms over the other’ss shoulders, his hands finding a tangle of hair to entangle themselves in. He leaned in, their stare grazing each other with love. Ryeowook kissed the boy slowly, tenderly drawing a stubborn Kyuhyun into the activity. Because really, that boy could never miss an opportunity for this. That boy created opportunities even when there weren’t any. So for, Ryeowook to begin it was rare. So of course, Kyuhyun would jump the train.
Soon enough, Kyuhyun led them into a more intense clash. His hands ran along Ryeowook’s heated torso, allowing Ryeowook brief excerpts of cold air when his shirt was lifted up. However, he didn’t pay too much attention because there was something else much more pleasant to be focusing on. He broke away for a breath and Kyuhyun started running down his chin, neck, and further down. He trailed butterfly kisses down his chest eventually running down Ryeowook’s stomach as well along with those hands descending down his sides. Ryeowook closed his eyes at the wonderful feeling growing on him but then remembered what his plan had orginally been.
He grabbed onto Kyuhyun’s moving arms and pulled him up so they were kissing again. Heavy and hot. And as Kyuhyun had been lured back to his control with this, Ryeowook slowly back pedaled with Kyuhyun following him. He had made very sure to hold onto those arms so they would not be holding Ryeowook in place because once he got caught; it was very difficult getting out. Kyuhyun’s face was beginning to grow annoyed when Ryeowook would leave him for a short moment but was quickly pursued by that handsome face.
After some careful teasing, Ryeowook managed to reach the end of the bed and lift himself up. He had been wary of a quick arm because Kyuhyun reached out to snatch him back but Ryeowook had been prepared. He instantly pulled on that arm so that Kyuhyun was now up and they almost toppled over the edge of the bed. But now they were standing and Kyuhyun still unwilling to stop their activity. Their faces clashed together again and Ryeowook was a bit regretful of starting this because Kyuhyun could be relentless. And for himself, it was difficult to stop as well.
They ended up, meaning Ryeowook, against the door with some noise created. Kyuhyun was dominant now, his one hand holding Ryeowook’s wrists tightly over the shorter’s head. Somewhere in all of this mess, Kyuhyun had managed to steal control of the situation. And it wasn’t like Ryeowook minded too much because he was responding just as fiercely even as a captive. He enjoyed, too much, of the feeling of Kyuhyun’s hands dipping under his shirt and dancing on his skin or the curve of that arm around his waist. But they couldn’t do this any longer. It had already been drawn out for so long.
“Kyuhyun…stop…” Ryeowook breathed but Kyuhyun kept sneaking back on him. “We’ve still…got school…today…”
“What? We can…” Kyuhyun kissed him hard before finishing his sentence. “…be late.”
“Your mom’s still home.” Ryeowook turned his head, only to feel Kyuhyun’s lips working on his jaw and the line of his neck.
“I can ask her to drive us.”
“No. I won’t…allow that.” Ryeowook broke Kyuhyun’s grasp and his works. “Let’s go or we’ll really be late.”
Kyuhyun groaned and knew not to press further on the matter. He had gotten some this morning anyways. Normally, if Ryeowook did stay over, their mornings weren’t hot and heavy like this. Their nights were but Ryeowook would be a bit prissy of not being late and sneaking back next door. They were lucky that Kyuhyun’s mom only knew half, or a quarter, of all the times. It helped that Ryeowook was next door so it was easier for him to slip out and in early mornings. Today, they would definitely know and two different reasons would probably be given. The two would have to hurry if Ryeowook didn’t want his mom to start knocking on his door.
“Okay. I’m going. I just might be able to make the mark.”
Ryeowook opened the door, not noticing anyone quickly tip toed warily into the kitchen. Luckily there were no bodies other than his own occupying the room. He made a safe get away. Kyuhyun watched from his open doorway, hearing the door close with a soft click. He turned back to head to the washroom when he stepped back in surprise. It wasn’t a good sign, hanging out from the washroom. He wanted to smack himself.
“Morning kid.” Ara sang because she was a morning person. “Or maybe kid no longer.”
“Ara, go away.”
“You know what I think...”
“I don’t care what you think.” Kyuhyun glared, feeling threatened at his sister’s amusement. He approached her. “I need to use the washroom now.”
“Okay.” Ara stepped aside and as Kyuhyun walked past her, she added in a sly whisper. “I like the kid. Why don’t you ask him to live with us already?”
Then she scurried down the hall, humming a too happy tune that Kyuhyun wanted to hammer back down her throat.
The morning passed like any other day and Kyuhyun was getting used to eating with a larger circle now. Since this year, it had gone from two to three with the addition of Henry and then the addition of three more but they were all relatively nice people so he didn’t mind. After all, it was nice to have people around and Kyuhyun was starting to learn this. And it had been a little while since that day, presumably somethings had been cleared up. Donghae and Eunhyuk seemed jolly and normal again, Kibum, was being…Kibum. Still a bit rigid but he’d let out some cracks sometimes. Henry began to open up to Ryeowook again. No one really knew how Henry was feeling but they tried and they wanted to believe that he was feeling okay. The two and occasionally three talked quite a bit as if everything had blown over. They were all on speaking terms again.
Kyuhyun met Ryeowook outside the classroom and had even waited for Henry so they could all go to lunch together. It was still a bit weird since there wasn’t much to talk about between the three of them but perhaps endless things to say between two and being polite, no one spoke which somewhat eased the tension between those three. However, Ryeowook decided that he didn’t like this so he began talking to Henry about something that concerned a class that Kyuhyun didn’t have with them. He could be patient.
“Yo!” Donghae waved enthusiastically at them from their table.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go outside today. It’s so nice.” Donghae suggested, looking at them with a big smile on his face. As usual.
“Okay, but I’ve got to go buy my lunch first.” Henry noted.
“I’ll go with you.”
“No. I’ll go.” Kibum sat up from his seat. Donghae’s smile faded after his suggestion. His voice had been quite serious so the others froze. Henry stiffened a bit.
The others watch the two head towards the cafeteria. They weren’t sure how to feel this but it was easy to tell how awkward the two were because they wouldn’t walk within a foot of each other or even along side each other. Kibum had pulled ahead in longer strides for which Henry tried to keep up with. The boy threw a look over his shoulder but catching the other’s stare on them had caused him to turn back immediately.
“Come on. They’ll find us.” Eunhyuk spoke and Donghae was suddenly all smiles again.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
They followed the two outside. The cool spring day caressed their skin as much as their hearts. The four of them ended up near what used to be only Kyuhyun and Ryeowook’s tree. It was still there if not taller and stronger and Kyuhyun felt proud that it had survived a harsh winter. He placed an arm around Ryeowook’s shoulder and squeezed. The other smiled up at him with beautiful delight, his own hand reaching for that arm and pulled Kyuhyun’s face in, maximizing the effect of that dazzling smile at close proximity. If you asked which one’s smile, I couldn’t tell you.
Donghae and Eunhyuk by now had walked much further before them. They watched the two dissolve into their own little smiles and laughter. Like Kyuhyun, Donghae had an arm swung over the other’s shoulders but seemed much less romantic and more like teasing. Eunhyuk was being dragged around by Donghae by a wedged head. The captor pointed onwards to the tree as the captive was swinging his arms about trying to get his face free. Kyuhyun sometimes wondered if these two were really older than him. And by years. If they were, it hadn’t been proven yet.
And their little ruckus and joking provided Kyuhyun with a nice opportunity. With the same method from Donghae and surprise that he could actually learn from his hyung, Kyuhyun yanked Ryeowook with him and their route revering off the tracks to two silly hyungs. They paced to the side and turned a bend behind a wall and from here, they would be able to walk without those two noticing the obvious ditch. It was a quiet little courtyard somewhat hidden behind two walls of the building so it was within the school. Normally the place would be a hot spot for certain students but right now, it didn’t hit that season. It was still a bit too chilly.
The smaller boy shivered a bit, wearing only a thin long sleeved shirt. He crossed his arms over his narrow chest but the other unfolded them, Ryeowook looking at him confused. Then Kyuhyun grabbed his hand and swung it slowly from side to side. Ryeowook swung it faster and with a little bit more force. He felt warmer already. Because certain things in your life just made you feel warmer, it was just an effect. Unexplainable but splendidly so. Really, if Kyuhyun had just smiled then the cold couldn’t even compete against that. And Kyuhyun did. Ryeowook melted. Simply melted. Because there were certain things in life that could make you melt too. He melted into something wonderful.
Kyuhyun started walking but was prevented a bit. He looked back at their outstretched linked hands and then to Ryeowook who hadn’t taken a step. He tugged and the boy stumbled forward a bit. Kyuhyun began taking steps again but after the third, he was stuck again. In annoyance, the boy glanced over his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” Ryeowook looking up at him, dark eyes questioning. One hand was sliding over his neck where Kyuhyun had left little red marks, the time of creation unknown.
“Forward. Just forward.”
They walked forward.
“Hey. Hurry up.”
Henry stared at Kibum, not knowing how to appease the situation. He had a sandwich in one hand and a burger in the other, stuck between two choices. Sometimes, he wanted to hit Kibum because the guy was sort of unsensitive and stuck up and just not pleasant. After all, that boy had been the one to volunteer to go with him. Henry had been fine going with Donghae or even by himself or maybe even with Kyuhyun, it seemed that any option would’ve been better than with Kibum. Henry didn’t even want to be nice to the guy anymore but that could cause problems so he calmed himself.
Henry put down the burger and walked over to the cashier where Kibum was already leaning against the wall. Impatient. Henry muttered some bad thoughts in his head before turning into smiles before the cashier. He put the sandwich down and reached for his wallet.
“Don’t you want something to drink?”
Henry was quite confused now. He had thought Kibum wanted him to hurry up but now, this guy was telling him to get a drink. Henry couldn’t tell if this guy was toying with him because one moment, he was a bit pissy and the other, he sounded nice and concerned. It made Henry’s head run in circles just trying to figure that out. So in the end, he decided that he would stop trying. He’d just judge.
“No. It’s okay.”
“You’re going to be thirsty.”
“Whatever.” Henry brushed him aside and took out some money. “I thought you wanted me to hurry up. So I am.”
Henry started walking, and very quickly, away from the boy. He head hurried steps behind him but that didn’t stop him. Henry didn’t want to be alone with him anymore. It was just annoyance in all forms. There wasn’t anything for them to talk about and if they did talk, it was only because he was being a nuisance. Henry wondered what Kibum used to be like since he had been very close to Eunhyuk and Donghae before. He must’ve been different before. There didn’t seem to be very much to like about Kibum now. Henry caught himself thinking about it for a while. However, it didn’t seem very possible to imagine Kibum any other way than a jerk.
He had reached the corridor with large rectangular glass windows serving as walls. He saw two figures walking in that courtyard and his fingers tightened around the plastic wrap, slowly sinking into the brown flesh in his hand. It was a little easier to see them together now. Henry recognized love when he saw it. He had spotted Eunhyuk so quickly, he sometimes wondered if the other was really blind. And hell, he had even knew about these two but how do you stop the heart from its natural course? And though he didn’t know, that uncertainty didn’t mean that there would be no certainty at all. Because pain was still a certainty. He saw the compatibility between the two that he would never have. And it was still hard to stop himself from looking away from them. From him.
Henry told himself to keep walking because if he did that then at some point those two would leave his sight. So his strides grew longer and fuller with false confidence. However, his eyes strained harder and a few feet before his freedom, he dropped his sandwich. Henry scampered back, bending over to it when he raised his eyes. It disappeared from his view. His touch. Everything disappeared. He scrambled away quickly, empty handed, face turned to the side as he fled the halls. Henry reached the double doors and leaned against it. If only he hadn’t lifted his head, his heart wouldn’t feel this way again. If only he hadn’t been curious, if he had never been curious and if he had never asked for his lighter back. If he hadn’t moved from his beloved country. If he hadn’t been so stupid, he wouldn’t have loved. And hurt. Because if…then Henry wouldn’t have been wishing that the one Ryeowook held hands with…the one he leaned up to…was him.
Henry opened the door and walked forward. His foot hit something and sent it rolling in front of him. Henry looked down and picked it up.
“Where did this come from?”
It wasn’t any day that he would find free cold strawberry milk on the ground. It still had water running down its sides as if it had just been…and then Henry had an idea. It annoyed him again because really, how do you predict a person like that? Henry wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He just knew he was conflicted.
He opened the carton and started sipping. Henry hated strawberry milk. It tasted of false sweetness and it was icy cold. It was chilly out too. But he had lost his sandwich and on a day like this, the only thing Henry had to turn to was this stupid carton of strawberry milk. Henry kept drinking.
Ryeowook fell back onto his heels again. He dropped his eyes shyly. He couldn’t have helped it. When the day was a fine spring day, his mind just starts singing and the blankets of sunlight falling over them had only instigated him in doing it. He shouldn’t have kissed Kyuhyun right there where people might’ve clearly seen him but he had. They had been careful to keep their hands behind their backs when they came to the corridor with all those problematic windows. Walking closely to hide them but everything was out with that kiss. Their hands were swinging in the breeze again. Kyuhyun’s eyes showering Ryeowook’s face like a veil. Of love. And protection. The aftermath of that kiss still grazing their lips.
When Ryeowook looked up, he saw some object in the hallway. He had thought he might’ve seen movement but hadn’t been sure. Ryeowook leaned against the window and saw the contents. He quickly released his hold form Kyuhyun’s hands and stood a bit farther. Hands tried reaching for his again but he avoided and looked down at his feet. Feeling guilty and hurt for hurting the other.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just that someone might come back for that sandwich.”
“But you just kissed me.”
“I know. I shouldn’t have.”
“Oh.”
“We should probably get back. They might be wondering where we are.”
Kyuhyun reached out one more time, catching the returning Ryeowook by an arm and spinning the boy into his body. Ryeowook pushed against his body and though the warmth of that body was comfortable, the situation wasn’t. He threw his arms against Kyuhyun’s chest to which the other, in slight shock by this force finally let go.
“Ah. Sorry.” Ryeowook started as he stepped back.
“No. I’m sorry. I just wanted to…”
There was a bit of silence between the two.
“Let’s go back.”
“Yeah.”
And they made their way out of this rather secluded area, Kyuhyun trailing behind Ryeowook. He stared at that back he longed for, not knowing whether he should or should not but just knew that he wanted to. And that burned his arms and his heart, wondering when they could finally reveal themselves. They had become more intimate lately but even that, being the impatient boy he was, didn’t help him enough.
Kyuhyun was so utterly in love.
He thought back a couple minutes ago, before this little conflict and right before that kiss. It had been alright just a little while ago. He wondered how it came to this all of a sudden. It had felt so right a little while ago.
“Sing me a song.” Ryeowook looked up at him with bright eyes. The boy waved their arms about happily and almost thoughtlessly.
“Why?” Kyuhyun was a bit surprised at the sudden request.
“Well…I’ve heard you sing once.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. A long time ago.” Ryeowook nodded, recollectingfor a second. “I want to hear you sing again. You’ve never showed me your musical abilities.”
“That’s because everytime I want to, I fall under yours. I fall for yours.”
“Then I won’t sing until you sing me another song.”
Kyuhyun took a deep breath. He was nervous. And there weren’t many times in his life, he’d ever felt this way. But it wasn’t exactly that he was scared. Music was important to him. Just as it was to Ryeowook. So it wasn’t exactly the typical fear, it was that he wanted the moment to be perfect. Their rejoicing in something they both loved. So Kyuhyun concentrated very hard, trying to think of the perfect song to sing at the moment.He ran through a mental playlist, not noticing the pretty boy watch the beautiful serenity and focus on his face.
Before he could start singing, his lips…his voice had been taken.
Kyuhyun watched the back of his love. He withdrew from his thoughts and drew a deep breath. Something had killed the moment and he didn’t know exactly what. He didn’t want it to kill them. So he thought perhaps things don’t have to be perfect. Things could be perfect when it really wasn’t. Kyuhyun would make that happen. He would try. It was the least and the most he could do. It was better late than never.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth. He let himself out.
I believe…
I believe…
Kudaen gyote opjiman idaero ibyorun anigetyo
That although you are gone, this cannot be the end, can it?
I believe…
I believe…
Idaero ibyorun anigetyo cho-gum molri / tora-ol ppunigetjyo
The way back to you will feel a little far.
Ryeowook kept walking and Kyuhyun still didn’t know how to reach out to him. He could only watch as his person went on, not farther yet not closer because their steps matched. But if they kept at this pace, they might not ever reach other again. Kyuhyun wasn’t sure he had the strength to push himself forward but he hoped his voice could caress that heart and draw the boy back to him. So he continued singing. He wanted to believe.
Modu jinagan ku gi-ok-sukeso naega
Nalreul apeuge hamyo nunmurun manduljyo
I remember so well that I hurt myself.
Kyuhyun does. And sometimes, like now, it did hurt a bit because there was so much to remember and to think of further. They had three years together and really, there could be many more. They had so much behind them and so much more before them. If only he could reach…
Namankum ulji anh-kirul kudae-manun
As I cry…I hope you don’t cry as I do.
Nunmul obshi nal pyonhage ttona-jugirul
I hope you won’t cry as you leave.
They crossed the green field to their tree now. They could see the four already settled uncomfortably under their tree. Ryeowook halted. Kyuhyun followed. He stood behind the boy’s shoulder and looked at his gaze. It was reaching out to the others, wonder filling those eyes. And how Kyuhyun wished that wonder was for him. His voice softened into a weak whisper.
Onjen-ga tashi-dura ol
I know you will return someday.
Kyuhyun only wished that the boy would respond to him again. What had happened so quickly? Because he had thought that a love like thiers couldn’t…it wouldn’t. It started out with interest, fascinations and caught fire to a passionate love and after that it calmed like the rain to put out a forest fire, it dulled to a slower but more mature love. Still soothing. But what he couldn’t understand was how everything had seemed to burn down. Had there not been spared even a single blossom of their love? Because right now, he couldn’t see it. Kyuhyun wanted to see it.
Kidaril-keyo nan kudae-yo-ya-man hajyo
Because I believe…I will wait for you, just you…
He had breathed this line and looked away from the boy, feeling utterly defeated because his most proudest, his voice, couldn’t sway the boy. He sighed and walked past his love. Kyuhyun was tired. He would try no longer today. Ryeowook wasn’t looking at him.
Little does he know that just because someone isn’t looking, it doesn’t mean the person doesn’t hear. It doesn’t mean that those cries aren’t heard. And not responding doesn’t always correlate to indifference. Because what does silence really mean? Does it always equate to the harshness it is seen as? A lack of words or gesture can be viewed as restraint. However, beyond that it is nearly impossible to define it unless it is spoken of.
Kyuhyun doesn’t know. Even though Ryeowook wasn’t looking at him, he doesn’t know that perhaps Ryeowook was still listening in. He doesn’t know that. We don’t know that. No one knows that. Only Ryeowook does.
Sorry for uploading this again. It seems to have been deleted somehow. Oops.
But yeah anyways, this was only my response to all the comments on how Kyuwook seemed to be falling apart.
So yeah, personally, I haven't really seen this myself so I wouldn't really now too much about it but it's sad that
people are being upset about this. Therefore I just wanted to send the message that at least, I, will believe.
Because that is the only thing that I can do so I will...I believe...
Title: Dark Charm (My Response)
Chapter: 16
Pairing: Kyuwook...others (one revealed definately...others hinted at more!)
He doesn’t know that. We don’t know that. No one knows that. Only Ryeowook does
Sixteen
Kyuhyun awoke feeling a bit of weight on his shoulders. He turned to look down at a sleeping Ryeowook, head resting comfortably there. The faint sunlight drawing brilliance from that face. Quietly, he turned towards the boy, letting the soft tendrils of hair brush against his cheek as he did so. The head rolled further onto his chest and gave Kyuhyun better access to it. He pressed his lips against the hair and walked them across the width of that sleepy head. Subconciously, his hands tightened around the bony shoulder, his arms curling for a more comfortable spot to carry the little burden there. He continued in the silent kisses until something annoyed him. Ryeowook frowned.
The boy, slowly awakening under the light touches, turned his head away and tried to move the body as well but his arm was securely trapped under the weight of Kyuhyun’s torso. The conscious boy smiled with little victory as the smaller began squirming and wriggling about, unwilling to open his heavy eyelids. The boy groaned after a few attemps and spun back against Kyuhyun’s body, an arm falling over his stomach as the other was still nicely wedged there. Kyuhyun hugged tighter, not allowing for the boy any chance of escape again and resumed his previous activity. Fingers traced the bare plains of his abdomen before Ryeowook paused; smiled before finally realizing it was Kyuhyun that was keeping him. His head fell further against Kyuhyun and arms made that embrace closer.
“Mmmmm…” Ryeowook breathed, cheek sliding up against Kyuhyun’s warm skin.
“Morning.”
“Mhmmmm...” The boy yawned.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Don’t drool on me.”
“Sorry.” Ryeowook withdrew his free arm and blindly patted Kyuhyun’s chest with that sleeved arm. Kyuhyun laughed at this.
“Wake up.”
“Why?”
“Because as much as I love it, you can’t live in my room forever.”
“I don’t.”
“You practically do.” Kyuhyun smiled, his fingers leaving the shoulder to run through the fluffy brown strands. “My mom’s been giving me weird looks.”
“Why?” Ryeowook mumbled, face lifting up to Kyuhyun with still closed eyes. Only slight worry showing in his face.
“Because lately, you’ve been coming over at night and leaving in the morning.” Kyuhyun stated, running one finger down that pert nose. “Of course she would be thinking some things.”
“Like…?” Ryeowook was being oblivious as usual.
“Well, what things would happen at night?”
“We could be studying.”
“Me, study? She would never buy that and mom would be even more suspicious.”
“Gaming?” The face went down again.
“For the whole night?”
“No.”
“Yeah. You see. There’s heavy inclination towards…”
“But we aren’t.”
“I know that!” Kyuhyun exclaimed at an overly calm Ryeowook. The boy used to get worried about these kinds of things, their image but now it had changed quite a lot. They seemed much more open to each other. “But she doesn’t.”
“Then tell her that.” Ryeowook stated simply as Kyuhyun stared down at the boy.
“Yes…” Kyuhyun paused and put on a werid face. It was difficult to understand how Ryeowook could suggest that. Maybe he really was sleepy. Sleepy Ryeowook was…different. “I should tell my mom that we aren’t…doing it.”
“We aren’t.”
“I know! But I can’t tell my mom that. She’d probably freak out and like start listening at our doors or something.” Kyuhyun paused when Ryeowook hugged him again, his arm sliding over his abdomen again. That pseudo innoncent face snuggling warmly against his sides. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Then should I leave?”
“Ye-well…” Kyuhyun stopped to think for a second.
It had been a wonderful couple of weeks with their new hang out spot changing from Ryeowook’s room to Kyuhyun’s room. Yet here, it seemed to have grown on them to be spending hours and spent by playing games, to which Ryeowook learned how, or sometimes by actually studying when Ryeowook had a test, to which Kyuhyun proved to be a skilled distracter, or by their favourite activity. It was simply sitting or lying on the other’s bed and talking. Talking until the sun went down. Kissing until the sun came up. Doing things until they were left speechless. Breathless. Kyuhyun was breathless yet full of life and breathing. More than life could offer. He breathed the life of Ryeowook with him.
“No. Never mind.” Kyuhyun held Ryeowook, who had started to get up. He pressed his face against Ryeowook’s neck, arms snug around the other’s thin waist. “You can stay here as long as you want. We’ll let my mom think what she thinks. After all, we aren’t doing anything bad…yet…”
Ryeowook kicked backwards. He was waking up. “Do you want me to get kicked out?”
“What? She doesn’t have to know.”
“SHE WON’T KNOW! Have to is not a possibility.” Ryeowook exclaimed finally realizing the hidden seriousness of the conversation. He tried to wriggle out from Kyuhyun’s cuddle, recovering to his sensitive worrying self.
“I’m kidding.” Kyuhyun chuckled. His face felt comfortable despite the thrashing. “Like I would jeopardize your stay over. I don’t think she minds anyways. The stay, I mean. Not…other…”
“If she has suspicions, I will…no, you will explain to her and make sure she doesn’t need to think of those things again.”
“Now, how am I supposed to do that?”
“I don’t know. Just do it.” Ryeowook felt hands slide up his shirt and over his skin.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of it.” He brought them close so their backs were touching and Ryeowook’s breath stopped when he felt that.
“What did you say?” Ryeowook whispered, feeling Kyuhyun’s warm breath draw deeper over his neck and down his shirt.
“That’s a secret. Just know that you don’t have to worry.”
“You’re not telling me makes me worried.”
“Shhhhhh…” Kyuhyun kissed a fine line up that neck. “Just enjoy the stay.”
“Fine.”
“You’re awake now.”
“Yeah. You woke me. Come on we’ve got to get up.”
“But now, I don’t want to.”
Ryeowook felt the boy squeeze him more and now it would be impossible to leave the bed. So somehow he would have to appease the boy. Ryeowook turned back around and drew his arms over the other’ss shoulders, his hands finding a tangle of hair to entangle themselves in. He leaned in, their stare grazing each other with love. Ryeowook kissed the boy slowly, tenderly drawing a stubborn Kyuhyun into the activity. Because really, that boy could never miss an opportunity for this. That boy created opportunities even when there weren’t any. So for, Ryeowook to begin it was rare. So of course, Kyuhyun would jump the train.
Soon enough, Kyuhyun led them into a more intense clash. His hands ran along Ryeowook’s heated torso, allowing Ryeowook brief excerpts of cold air when his shirt was lifted up. However, he didn’t pay too much attention because there was something else much more pleasant to be focusing on. He broke away for a breath and Kyuhyun started running down his chin, neck, and further down. He trailed butterfly kisses down his chest eventually running down Ryeowook’s stomach as well along with those hands descending down his sides. Ryeowook closed his eyes at the wonderful feeling growing on him but then remembered what his plan had orginally been.
He grabbed onto Kyuhyun’s moving arms and pulled him up so they were kissing again. Heavy and hot. And as Kyuhyun had been lured back to his control with this, Ryeowook slowly back pedaled with Kyuhyun following him. He had made very sure to hold onto those arms so they would not be holding Ryeowook in place because once he got caught; it was very difficult getting out. Kyuhyun’s face was beginning to grow annoyed when Ryeowook would leave him for a short moment but was quickly pursued by that handsome face.
After some careful teasing, Ryeowook managed to reach the end of the bed and lift himself up. He had been wary of a quick arm because Kyuhyun reached out to snatch him back but Ryeowook had been prepared. He instantly pulled on that arm so that Kyuhyun was now up and they almost toppled over the edge of the bed. But now they were standing and Kyuhyun still unwilling to stop their activity. Their faces clashed together again and Ryeowook was a bit regretful of starting this because Kyuhyun could be relentless. And for himself, it was difficult to stop as well.
They ended up, meaning Ryeowook, against the door with some noise created. Kyuhyun was dominant now, his one hand holding Ryeowook’s wrists tightly over the shorter’s head. Somewhere in all of this mess, Kyuhyun had managed to steal control of the situation. And it wasn’t like Ryeowook minded too much because he was responding just as fiercely even as a captive. He enjoyed, too much, of the feeling of Kyuhyun’s hands dipping under his shirt and dancing on his skin or the curve of that arm around his waist. But they couldn’t do this any longer. It had already been drawn out for so long.
“Kyuhyun…stop…” Ryeowook breathed but Kyuhyun kept sneaking back on him. “We’ve still…got school…today…”
“What? We can…” Kyuhyun kissed him hard before finishing his sentence. “…be late.”
“Your mom’s still home.” Ryeowook turned his head, only to feel Kyuhyun’s lips working on his jaw and the line of his neck.
“I can ask her to drive us.”
“No. I won’t…allow that.” Ryeowook broke Kyuhyun’s grasp and his works. “Let’s go or we’ll really be late.”
Kyuhyun groaned and knew not to press further on the matter. He had gotten some this morning anyways. Normally, if Ryeowook did stay over, their mornings weren’t hot and heavy like this. Their nights were but Ryeowook would be a bit prissy of not being late and sneaking back next door. They were lucky that Kyuhyun’s mom only knew half, or a quarter, of all the times. It helped that Ryeowook was next door so it was easier for him to slip out and in early mornings. Today, they would definitely know and two different reasons would probably be given. The two would have to hurry if Ryeowook didn’t want his mom to start knocking on his door.
“Okay. I’m going. I just might be able to make the mark.”
Ryeowook opened the door, not noticing anyone quickly tip toed warily into the kitchen. Luckily there were no bodies other than his own occupying the room. He made a safe get away. Kyuhyun watched from his open doorway, hearing the door close with a soft click. He turned back to head to the washroom when he stepped back in surprise. It wasn’t a good sign, hanging out from the washroom. He wanted to smack himself.
“Morning kid.” Ara sang because she was a morning person. “Or maybe kid no longer.”
“Ara, go away.”
“You know what I think...”
“I don’t care what you think.” Kyuhyun glared, feeling threatened at his sister’s amusement. He approached her. “I need to use the washroom now.”
“Okay.” Ara stepped aside and as Kyuhyun walked past her, she added in a sly whisper. “I like the kid. Why don’t you ask him to live with us already?”
Then she scurried down the hall, humming a too happy tune that Kyuhyun wanted to hammer back down her throat.
The morning passed like any other day and Kyuhyun was getting used to eating with a larger circle now. Since this year, it had gone from two to three with the addition of Henry and then the addition of three more but they were all relatively nice people so he didn’t mind. After all, it was nice to have people around and Kyuhyun was starting to learn this. And it had been a little while since that day, presumably somethings had been cleared up. Donghae and Eunhyuk seemed jolly and normal again, Kibum, was being…Kibum. Still a bit rigid but he’d let out some cracks sometimes. Henry began to open up to Ryeowook again. No one really knew how Henry was feeling but they tried and they wanted to believe that he was feeling okay. The two and occasionally three talked quite a bit as if everything had blown over. They were all on speaking terms again.
Kyuhyun met Ryeowook outside the classroom and had even waited for Henry so they could all go to lunch together. It was still a bit weird since there wasn’t much to talk about between the three of them but perhaps endless things to say between two and being polite, no one spoke which somewhat eased the tension between those three. However, Ryeowook decided that he didn’t like this so he began talking to Henry about something that concerned a class that Kyuhyun didn’t have with them. He could be patient.
“Yo!” Donghae waved enthusiastically at them from their table.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go outside today. It’s so nice.” Donghae suggested, looking at them with a big smile on his face. As usual.
“Okay, but I’ve got to go buy my lunch first.” Henry noted.
“I’ll go with you.”
“No. I’ll go.” Kibum sat up from his seat. Donghae’s smile faded after his suggestion. His voice had been quite serious so the others froze. Henry stiffened a bit.
The others watch the two head towards the cafeteria. They weren’t sure how to feel this but it was easy to tell how awkward the two were because they wouldn’t walk within a foot of each other or even along side each other. Kibum had pulled ahead in longer strides for which Henry tried to keep up with. The boy threw a look over his shoulder but catching the other’s stare on them had caused him to turn back immediately.
“Come on. They’ll find us.” Eunhyuk spoke and Donghae was suddenly all smiles again.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
They followed the two outside. The cool spring day caressed their skin as much as their hearts. The four of them ended up near what used to be only Kyuhyun and Ryeowook’s tree. It was still there if not taller and stronger and Kyuhyun felt proud that it had survived a harsh winter. He placed an arm around Ryeowook’s shoulder and squeezed. The other smiled up at him with beautiful delight, his own hand reaching for that arm and pulled Kyuhyun’s face in, maximizing the effect of that dazzling smile at close proximity. If you asked which one’s smile, I couldn’t tell you.
Donghae and Eunhyuk by now had walked much further before them. They watched the two dissolve into their own little smiles and laughter. Like Kyuhyun, Donghae had an arm swung over the other’s shoulders but seemed much less romantic and more like teasing. Eunhyuk was being dragged around by Donghae by a wedged head. The captor pointed onwards to the tree as the captive was swinging his arms about trying to get his face free. Kyuhyun sometimes wondered if these two were really older than him. And by years. If they were, it hadn’t been proven yet.
And their little ruckus and joking provided Kyuhyun with a nice opportunity. With the same method from Donghae and surprise that he could actually learn from his hyung, Kyuhyun yanked Ryeowook with him and their route revering off the tracks to two silly hyungs. They paced to the side and turned a bend behind a wall and from here, they would be able to walk without those two noticing the obvious ditch. It was a quiet little courtyard somewhat hidden behind two walls of the building so it was within the school. Normally the place would be a hot spot for certain students but right now, it didn’t hit that season. It was still a bit too chilly.
The smaller boy shivered a bit, wearing only a thin long sleeved shirt. He crossed his arms over his narrow chest but the other unfolded them, Ryeowook looking at him confused. Then Kyuhyun grabbed his hand and swung it slowly from side to side. Ryeowook swung it faster and with a little bit more force. He felt warmer already. Because certain things in your life just made you feel warmer, it was just an effect. Unexplainable but splendidly so. Really, if Kyuhyun had just smiled then the cold couldn’t even compete against that. And Kyuhyun did. Ryeowook melted. Simply melted. Because there were certain things in life that could make you melt too. He melted into something wonderful.
Kyuhyun started walking but was prevented a bit. He looked back at their outstretched linked hands and then to Ryeowook who hadn’t taken a step. He tugged and the boy stumbled forward a bit. Kyuhyun began taking steps again but after the third, he was stuck again. In annoyance, the boy glanced over his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” Ryeowook looking up at him, dark eyes questioning. One hand was sliding over his neck where Kyuhyun had left little red marks, the time of creation unknown.
“Forward. Just forward.”
They walked forward.
“Hey. Hurry up.”
Henry stared at Kibum, not knowing how to appease the situation. He had a sandwich in one hand and a burger in the other, stuck between two choices. Sometimes, he wanted to hit Kibum because the guy was sort of unsensitive and stuck up and just not pleasant. After all, that boy had been the one to volunteer to go with him. Henry had been fine going with Donghae or even by himself or maybe even with Kyuhyun, it seemed that any option would’ve been better than with Kibum. Henry didn’t even want to be nice to the guy anymore but that could cause problems so he calmed himself.
Henry put down the burger and walked over to the cashier where Kibum was already leaning against the wall. Impatient. Henry muttered some bad thoughts in his head before turning into smiles before the cashier. He put the sandwich down and reached for his wallet.
“Don’t you want something to drink?”
Henry was quite confused now. He had thought Kibum wanted him to hurry up but now, this guy was telling him to get a drink. Henry couldn’t tell if this guy was toying with him because one moment, he was a bit pissy and the other, he sounded nice and concerned. It made Henry’s head run in circles just trying to figure that out. So in the end, he decided that he would stop trying. He’d just judge.
“No. It’s okay.”
“You’re going to be thirsty.”
“Whatever.” Henry brushed him aside and took out some money. “I thought you wanted me to hurry up. So I am.”
Henry started walking, and very quickly, away from the boy. He head hurried steps behind him but that didn’t stop him. Henry didn’t want to be alone with him anymore. It was just annoyance in all forms. There wasn’t anything for them to talk about and if they did talk, it was only because he was being a nuisance. Henry wondered what Kibum used to be like since he had been very close to Eunhyuk and Donghae before. He must’ve been different before. There didn’t seem to be very much to like about Kibum now. Henry caught himself thinking about it for a while. However, it didn’t seem very possible to imagine Kibum any other way than a jerk.
He had reached the corridor with large rectangular glass windows serving as walls. He saw two figures walking in that courtyard and his fingers tightened around the plastic wrap, slowly sinking into the brown flesh in his hand. It was a little easier to see them together now. Henry recognized love when he saw it. He had spotted Eunhyuk so quickly, he sometimes wondered if the other was really blind. And hell, he had even knew about these two but how do you stop the heart from its natural course? And though he didn’t know, that uncertainty didn’t mean that there would be no certainty at all. Because pain was still a certainty. He saw the compatibility between the two that he would never have. And it was still hard to stop himself from looking away from them. From him.
Henry told himself to keep walking because if he did that then at some point those two would leave his sight. So his strides grew longer and fuller with false confidence. However, his eyes strained harder and a few feet before his freedom, he dropped his sandwich. Henry scampered back, bending over to it when he raised his eyes. It disappeared from his view. His touch. Everything disappeared. He scrambled away quickly, empty handed, face turned to the side as he fled the halls. Henry reached the double doors and leaned against it. If only he hadn’t lifted his head, his heart wouldn’t feel this way again. If only he hadn’t been curious, if he had never been curious and if he had never asked for his lighter back. If he hadn’t moved from his beloved country. If he hadn’t been so stupid, he wouldn’t have loved. And hurt. Because if…then Henry wouldn’t have been wishing that the one Ryeowook held hands with…the one he leaned up to…was him.
Henry opened the door and walked forward. His foot hit something and sent it rolling in front of him. Henry looked down and picked it up.
“Where did this come from?”
It wasn’t any day that he would find free cold strawberry milk on the ground. It still had water running down its sides as if it had just been…and then Henry had an idea. It annoyed him again because really, how do you predict a person like that? Henry wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He just knew he was conflicted.
He opened the carton and started sipping. Henry hated strawberry milk. It tasted of false sweetness and it was icy cold. It was chilly out too. But he had lost his sandwich and on a day like this, the only thing Henry had to turn to was this stupid carton of strawberry milk. Henry kept drinking.
Ryeowook fell back onto his heels again. He dropped his eyes shyly. He couldn’t have helped it. When the day was a fine spring day, his mind just starts singing and the blankets of sunlight falling over them had only instigated him in doing it. He shouldn’t have kissed Kyuhyun right there where people might’ve clearly seen him but he had. They had been careful to keep their hands behind their backs when they came to the corridor with all those problematic windows. Walking closely to hide them but everything was out with that kiss. Their hands were swinging in the breeze again. Kyuhyun’s eyes showering Ryeowook’s face like a veil. Of love. And protection. The aftermath of that kiss still grazing their lips.
When Ryeowook looked up, he saw some object in the hallway. He had thought he might’ve seen movement but hadn’t been sure. Ryeowook leaned against the window and saw the contents. He quickly released his hold form Kyuhyun’s hands and stood a bit farther. Hands tried reaching for his again but he avoided and looked down at his feet. Feeling guilty and hurt for hurting the other.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just that someone might come back for that sandwich.”
“But you just kissed me.”
“I know. I shouldn’t have.”
“Oh.”
“We should probably get back. They might be wondering where we are.”
Kyuhyun reached out one more time, catching the returning Ryeowook by an arm and spinning the boy into his body. Ryeowook pushed against his body and though the warmth of that body was comfortable, the situation wasn’t. He threw his arms against Kyuhyun’s chest to which the other, in slight shock by this force finally let go.
“Ah. Sorry.” Ryeowook started as he stepped back.
“No. I’m sorry. I just wanted to…”
There was a bit of silence between the two.
“Let’s go back.”
“Yeah.”
And they made their way out of this rather secluded area, Kyuhyun trailing behind Ryeowook. He stared at that back he longed for, not knowing whether he should or should not but just knew that he wanted to. And that burned his arms and his heart, wondering when they could finally reveal themselves. They had become more intimate lately but even that, being the impatient boy he was, didn’t help him enough.
Kyuhyun was so utterly in love.
He thought back a couple minutes ago, before this little conflict and right before that kiss. It had been alright just a little while ago. He wondered how it came to this all of a sudden. It had felt so right a little while ago.
“Sing me a song.” Ryeowook looked up at him with bright eyes. The boy waved their arms about happily and almost thoughtlessly.
“Why?” Kyuhyun was a bit surprised at the sudden request.
“Well…I’ve heard you sing once.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. A long time ago.” Ryeowook nodded, recollectingfor a second. “I want to hear you sing again. You’ve never showed me your musical abilities.”
“That’s because everytime I want to, I fall under yours. I fall for yours.”
“Then I won’t sing until you sing me another song.”
Kyuhyun took a deep breath. He was nervous. And there weren’t many times in his life, he’d ever felt this way. But it wasn’t exactly that he was scared. Music was important to him. Just as it was to Ryeowook. So it wasn’t exactly the typical fear, it was that he wanted the moment to be perfect. Their rejoicing in something they both loved. So Kyuhyun concentrated very hard, trying to think of the perfect song to sing at the moment.He ran through a mental playlist, not noticing the pretty boy watch the beautiful serenity and focus on his face.
Before he could start singing, his lips…his voice had been taken.
Kyuhyun watched the back of his love. He withdrew from his thoughts and drew a deep breath. Something had killed the moment and he didn’t know exactly what. He didn’t want it to kill them. So he thought perhaps things don’t have to be perfect. Things could be perfect when it really wasn’t. Kyuhyun would make that happen. He would try. It was the least and the most he could do. It was better late than never.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth. He let himself out.
I believe…
I believe…
Kudaen gyote opjiman idaero ibyorun anigetyo
That although you are gone, this cannot be the end, can it?
I believe…
I believe…
Idaero ibyorun anigetyo cho-gum molri / tora-ol ppunigetjyo
The way back to you will feel a little far.
Ryeowook kept walking and Kyuhyun still didn’t know how to reach out to him. He could only watch as his person went on, not farther yet not closer because their steps matched. But if they kept at this pace, they might not ever reach other again. Kyuhyun wasn’t sure he had the strength to push himself forward but he hoped his voice could caress that heart and draw the boy back to him. So he continued singing. He wanted to believe.
Modu jinagan ku gi-ok-sukeso naega
Nalreul apeuge hamyo nunmurun manduljyo
I remember so well that I hurt myself.
Kyuhyun does. And sometimes, like now, it did hurt a bit because there was so much to remember and to think of further. They had three years together and really, there could be many more. They had so much behind them and so much more before them. If only he could reach…
Namankum ulji anh-kirul kudae-manun
As I cry…I hope you don’t cry as I do.
Nunmul obshi nal pyonhage ttona-jugirul
I hope you won’t cry as you leave.
They crossed the green field to their tree now. They could see the four already settled uncomfortably under their tree. Ryeowook halted. Kyuhyun followed. He stood behind the boy’s shoulder and looked at his gaze. It was reaching out to the others, wonder filling those eyes. And how Kyuhyun wished that wonder was for him. His voice softened into a weak whisper.
Onjen-ga tashi-dura ol
I know you will return someday.
Kyuhyun only wished that the boy would respond to him again. What had happened so quickly? Because he had thought that a love like thiers couldn’t…it wouldn’t. It started out with interest, fascinations and caught fire to a passionate love and after that it calmed like the rain to put out a forest fire, it dulled to a slower but more mature love. Still soothing. But what he couldn’t understand was how everything had seemed to burn down. Had there not been spared even a single blossom of their love? Because right now, he couldn’t see it. Kyuhyun wanted to see it.
Kidaril-keyo nan kudae-yo-ya-man hajyo
Because I believe…I will wait for you, just you…
He had breathed this line and looked away from the boy, feeling utterly defeated because his most proudest, his voice, couldn’t sway the boy. He sighed and walked past his love. Kyuhyun was tired. He would try no longer today. Ryeowook wasn’t looking at him.
Little does he know that just because someone isn’t looking, it doesn’t mean the person doesn’t hear. It doesn’t mean that those cries aren’t heard. And not responding doesn’t always correlate to indifference. Because what does silence really mean? Does it always equate to the harshness it is seen as? A lack of words or gesture can be viewed as restraint. However, beyond that it is nearly impossible to define it unless it is spoken of.
Kyuhyun doesn’t know. Even though Ryeowook wasn’t looking at him, he doesn’t know that perhaps Ryeowook was still listening in. He doesn’t know that. We don’t know that. No one knows that. Only Ryeowook does.
Sorry for uploading this again. It seems to have been deleted somehow. Oops.
But yeah anyways, this was only my response to all the comments on how Kyuwook seemed to be falling apart.
So yeah, personally, I haven't really seen this myself so I wouldn't really now too much about it but it's sad that
people are being upset about this. Therefore I just wanted to send the message that at least, I, will believe.
Because that is the only thing that I can do so I will...I believe...